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Offline johncena

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howzzat
« on: November 07, 2009, 07:46:34 PM »
He wasnt sure what was happening, it all happened so fast. in moments the big black woman had his wrists tied together behind his back, and was now tying a belt around his ankles.

He couldnt believe what happened next, as she scooped her arms under him and actually picked him up - all 13 stone of him. He was no puny lightweight, and couldnt believe how easily this big woman had overpowered him.

She placed him on the floor, sitting in front of a padded dining chair, and dropped her skirt. She had a huge ass, big and flabby and fat. It stuck out behind her, and was wide and just plain enormous.

Then she stepped in front of him, and bending her knees, pushed her bum in his face. And she just relaxed back and down, until within a moment she was sitting right down right there on him.

She stretched her legs out, and lit a cigarette.

He was truly crushed and compressed under her as she relaxed, but luckily his mouth stuck out and he could breathe.

"Hey, get off me!" he shouted. There was no reply from her.
"I said get off".

The big woman paid no attention. He heard the sound of the TV coming on.

"Hey! you're crushing me!" he shouted. "You're too heavy". He could hear voices on the TV.
But the heavy weight persisted, in fact it seemed to grow heavier.

"You're hurting me" he screamed, as loudly as he could.

"Shut up" she said - "I cant hear the TV"

He tried to struggle, but there was not a thing he could do.
"Get off me! Get up!" his shouting sounded frantic.

"Be quiet, you're disturbing me." She said the words quietly and slowly.

"You're sitting on my face" he said. There was no reply.

"Hey - you're on my face!" he shouted.

"Did you think I hadnt noticed?" She replied, as if that was the end of the matter.

"Then get up! You're too heavy! You're crushing me!" he moaned from underneath her.

She just sat, and leaned back slightly to relax against the back cushion.

A few moments passed.

Again he tried.

"Please get off me, you're too heavy. Please get off". She didnt reply.

He tried louder "get off now! get up get up get up!"

He heard her gasp. And then -

"Shut up!" She bounced and landed heavily. "Shut up!" She bounced again. "Shut up!" She bounced up and pushed her legs out to bhagwan as hard as she could. She hadnt lifted up far, but he got the message. "I cant hear the TV when youre making noises!

She turned up the volume.

"You're crushing me. You cant do this" he pleaded.

"Why not?" she asked, as if that was the most reasonable question in the world.

"What? What do you mean why not?"

"Why shouldnt I sit here?"

"You're on my face"

"And?"

"Its my face! You're crushing me. You're too heavy".

"So?"

"What do you mean So? Get off! Get your fat ass off my face now!"

"Why?"

"You're crushing me! You weigh a tonne. Get off please!" his tone was pushy.

"No. Why should I?"

"Because you're on my face"

"And? Why should I be bothered?"

"Because you're hurting me"

"You're boring me."

"Just get off me now!"

"No. I'm perfectly comfy."

"But you're squashing me flat. You must weigh 25 stones!

There was no reply.

"Hey! Get off me!" He tried again. But there was still no reply.

"You! Fatso! Get up now or else.!!" This got her interested.

"Or else what?"

"Huh?" he didnt know what to say.

"Well?"

"Just get off"

"No" she answered. "I want to watch the TV. You're boring me, so shut up."

His voice was pleading now. "Please get up? Please?"

"I told you to shut up. First you spoil the film. Then you complain. And you insult my weight. Just be quiet now?" she sounded exasperated.

She closed her legs tight together. Her fleshy thighs sealed the lower part of his face tight, the meaty muscle and fat easily smothering and crushing him. She waited a few moments, and then opened her thighs wide again.

He gasped for air, huge gulps.

"Say another word and I'll do that again. Its not like its a problem for me to do it. Just shut up, relax and let me watch the TV".

"You're crushing me - pleeea..."

She closed her thighs again, and sighed, just as if she was disciplining a naughty dog. It really was nothing to her. He really was nothing to her. She had no problem with sitting on, crushing his face, while she relaxed. If only he would be quiet.

She opened her thighs wide again, and heard the gasping.

He didn't say a word.

Finally, she could enjoy the film.

 

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